I will follow you to edge of the horizon
When I can no longer run
I will walk
Even with pain-filled muscles and trembling legs
I will follow
Though you may never look to me
I will be behind you, guarding your back
And should you leave me with fading scars
Still, I will follow
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
